Ginormous Joe's Broken Bark

  • Published: October 2009
  • Format: Saddle Stitch Softcover(Color)
  • Pages: 48
  • Size: 8.5x8.5
  • ISBN: 9781449031169

www.ginormousjoe.com Joe is a ginormous, white, huggable, cross-eyed dog owned by Nasty Nik. Nik does not deserve the love of a dog; he mistreats Joe and abandons him in the street. The kind Tuttle family rescue the scruffy polar bear bundle of fluff, with plenty of love, hugs and laughter they bring him back to health. Joe shares with us his funny look on life; 'why does Mrs Tuttle pick up my poos? it is SO embarrassing, what does she do with all that poo?' 'why do the Tuttles changes their clothes every day, I have one white fur coat and it suits me just fine'. Joe is the size of a lion with the bark of a mouse, he feels useless. The other dogs laugh at him, just like Nasty Nik used to do. His best friend, Mary Tuttle, gives him the love and courage to believe that one day he will be a super hero dog. When a burglar visits the Tuttle household ... will love mend Ginormous Joe's Broken Bark? Artwork by Scarlett Raven – Enchanting images that both children and Raven collectors will find irresistible. About the author; www.sccunningham.com Author Siobhan Cunningham, of Irish parents based in London writes thriller novels for film. As respite from the suspense of her books she produces the ‘Ginormous Joe Series’, with her artist daughter Scarlett Raven, based on a rescue Pyrenees Mountain Dog called Joe, who is close to their hearts. Joe was found starved, manged, dying in the street. He had lost his voice and was unable to bark. His teeth were ground down from being chained and his bones and confidence had been knocked out of sync. He was ready to give up on life when the wonderful team at SPIN Rescue scooped him up and saved him. A percentage of sales will go to Dog Rescue groups allowing Joe to help others in need. About the artist; www.scarlettraven.com Renowned contemporary artist Scarlett Raven takes time out from her commissions and gallery shows to collaborate with her mother on the Ginormous Joe Series. A graduate of Saint Martin’s, she is the face of ‘Winsor and Newton Oils’ and ‘Cass Art’, promoting the arts to the upcoming generation. Among her supporters are Hollywood Actor Orlando Bloom, Conservative MP Lord Marland, Lonrho Chairman David Lenigas, England Footballer Matthew Upson, Take That band, Queen Manager Jim Beech, to name but a few.

Ginormous Joe’s Broken Bark by S C Cunningham Artwork by Scarlett Raven www.ginormousjoe.com Once upon a time a huge, white, cross-eyed, huggable, lovable, dog called Joe lived with a man called Nasty Nik. Nasty Nik did not deserve the love of his dog; he was cruel and mean. He kept Joe on a chain in the back yard and didn’t feed him properly. He never gave Joe hugs. Whenever Joe barked a loving “Hello Nik, can I have a hug?” Nik would kick him and shout, “Be quiet, you useless dog.” Ginormous Joe soon learned that if he said anything, he would be kicked, so he kept quiet and stopped barking. One cold day, Nik threw Joe into the back of the truck, drove along the highway, and dumped him on the side of the road. “You are a useless dog. Now get lost; I never want to see you again.” Joe tried to shout out “Please don’t leave me,” but when he opened his mouth to bark, no sound came out. He strained and strained, but there was nothing; his bark was broken. Nik laughed. “You see, you are a useless dog; you can’t even bark.” He drove off laughing, leaving Joe alone in the street. Joe curled up on the side of the road. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He stayed in the street for days with no water, no food, and no hugs. He was hungry, sad and lonely. One morning Mr. and Mrs. Tuttle and their daughter Mary were out for a walk. They came across a big bundle of dirty white fur and sad brown eyes lying in the gutter. Mr Tuttle approached Joe first to make sure he was not dangerous. He put out his hand and quietly stroked Joe’s neck; he noticed the name Joe written on a tag hanging from his collar. Joe gently raised his head and licked Mr Tuttle’s hand. Mary squealed with joy. “Oh Dad, he is a big, soft, cuddly polar bear. Please can we take him home with us, please?” A local thief had been stealing from the houses in the street where the Tuttles lived. They needed a guard dog to protect their house, so Mr and Mrs Tuttle decided to keep him. They scooped him up, put him in the back of their car, and took him to the vet. The vet checked him over and gave him medicine. The Tuttle family’s love nursed Joe back into a big, strong dog; they gave him plenty of food, walks, and lots of arm-stretching hugs. Joe and Mary became best friends; they went everywhere together. They played, ate treats, watched movies, lay on the couch, and had zillions of hugs. The Tuttles didn’t mind that he couldn’t bark. “He is always in the way when he sleeps, and he takes up so much room when he stretches out that burglars will just trip over him,” Mrs Tuttle said with a giggle. “Or if they smell his poo they will faint,” Mr Tuttle said laughingly. Joe did ginormous smelly poos. Joe loved to sleep; he could sleep all day. He would spread out across the floor, blocking everybody’s path, snoring loudly. The Tuttles got used to jumping over him. On cleaning days, Mrs Tuttle would sweep and clean the floor around him. He didn’t hear the vacuum cleaner or smell the washing powder. Joe was able to sleep through anything, anytime, anywhere. Joe dreamed of chasing rabbits. His four legs would wriggle about as if he were running, and sometimes he would bark out loud and wake himself up. He would open his eyes, look around, wonder where the noise came from, and fall back to sleep, smiling about rabbits. Joe was the size of a small horse, he was so big that everywhere he went, people would stop and stare at him. Dogs would bark to say “Hello, Ginormous Joe, do you want to play?”. Joe would open his mouth, wanting to talk back to them. He would strain and strain to bark, but no sound came out. He felt useless. The other dogs laughed at him, just like Nasty Nik had. Fed up, he would put his head down in a grump and stomp off down the street. Mary understood. “Don’t worry, Joe; when you are dreaming, you bark so loudly that you wake yourself up with shock. Don’t you see, this proves you can bark; you are not useless.” Joe would sigh, nuzzle his nose under her arm, and give her a big, soft hug. He loved Mary; she always said the right thing to make him feel better. Joe often lay for hours just wondering about things. He wondered why he could only bark in his sleep. Would he ever be a real dog? He wondered why Mrs Tuttle insisted on picking up all his poos in plastic bags. He loved her, but it was very annoying. It took him ages to find the right piece of grass to put his poo on and whoosh! Mrs. Tuttle would swoop down, pick it up, and take it away. What did she do with all that smelly poo? Was there a humongous mountain of poo somewhere? He wondered why the Tuttles changed their clothes every day. He had one white fur coat and it suited him just fine. One night the Tuttles were fast asleep and Joe was stretched out, as usual, snoring on the rug at the front door. A burglar sneaked up the garden path to the house and broke open the lock on the front door. Joe, sleeping on the other side, didn’t hear a thing. He just lay there snoring. The burglar pushed and pushed, but the door wouldn’t open, Joe’s weight was hard against it. Joe didn’t feel a thing; he just kept snoring. The burglar pushed and pushed again, but the door still wouldn’t budge, and Joe kept snoring. Confused, the burglar scratched his head and sneaked around the back of the house to find another way to get inside. He found an open window in Mary’s room. Joe snored so loudly he woke himself up. Snort! He yawned, scratched his ear, stood up, walked through the hallway, and plunked his huge body down outside Mary’s bedroom door. He liked to change sleeping positions every few hours. Meanwhile, the burglar sneaked into Mary’s bedroom. Mary woke up and saw a man creeping around her bed. Her heart pounded, and she stayed very still under the covers, pretending to be asleep. The burglar quietly opened Mary’s door and stepped into the hallway. Crash! Bang! Wallop! He fell over the sleeping Joe and crashed to the floor. Joe didn’t notice a thing; he just kept on snoring. Mary jumped out of bed and screamed, “Joe, Joe help!” She flicked on the hall light and huddled behind Joe. Joe sleepily opened one big brown eye, wondering what all the fuss was about. Then he saw the man sprawled on the floor in front of him, he gasped, it was Nasty Nik. Joe didn’t know how it happened, but he jumped up as quick as a flash and stood tall over Nasty Nik, growling like a ginormous, fierce lion, a super hero. “Is that you?” Nasty Nik looked up at his old dog. “I don’t believe it. It can’t be,” he said with a laugh. “Not useless Joe.” Joe leapt forward and let out a ferocious bark directly into Nasty Nik’s face. His gleaming white teeth touched Nik’s twitching nose; there was no way he was going to let anyone hurt his Mary. Nik turned onto his knees and scrambled toward the front door as fast as he could move. Joe caught up with him and gave him an almighty bite on his bottom. Nik squealed with fright and ran out the door and down the street to his truck. Joe stood at the garden gate and barked fiercely after him. “You are a useless man. Now get lost; I never want to see you again!” he roared. The whole street heard. Mary and her parents came to the door. “Good boy, Joe, what a loud bark you have; I have called the police,” said Mr. Tuttle, pleased that he had such a good guard dog. Mary ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. “I knew you could bark; I knew it! Ginormous Joe, my hero!”. Joe beamed with pride. Nasty Nik was arrested by the police. Everyone heard of Joe saving the Tuttles from Nasty Nik, he became a hero overnight. Now when he walks down the street, he holds his head high. Everybody wants to stroke him, and all the dogs want to be his friend. No one laughs at Joe anymore, and no one calls him useless. He is the bravest, most huggable dog of all. Love fixed Ginormous Joe’s broken bark.

AUTHOR S C CUNNINGHAM's writing style is compared to that of Martina Cole, Karen Rose and (a young) Jilly Cooper. She writes women's/drama/thriller novels for film. British born of Irish parents (Co Wicklow) she lives in UK and USA, and has worked in the celebrity driven worlds of music, fashion, media and sport, mixed with rock stars, royalty, footballers and maverick moguls. Her diverse life and quick witted honesty afford her novels a level of authority and sincerity rare in fiction. As respite from the intensity of the thrillers she produces Children's Picture Books with her celebrated artist daughter Scarlett Raven. They once helped take care of a wonderful 140lb rescue dog called Joe, a big soft Pyrenees Mountain Dog found dying in the streets. His brave, loving soul touched their hearts and became the inspiration for the Ginormous Joe series. Cunningham provides the storyline, Raven the illustrations and Joe the cheeky poses. A royalty share of the books goes to SPIN rescue, the charity that saved Joe from certain death, thus allowing him to repay the debt and help save others like him. Ginormous Joe is a cheeky, uplifting, good wins over evil, series of picture books for children and a must-have for Scarlett Raven art collectors. Website - www.ginormousjoe.com Author - Siobhan C Cunningham - www.sccunningham.com Illustrator - Scarlett Raven - www.scarlettraven.com Charity - SPIN Rescue - www.spinrescue.org

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